| Wagons rolled out under darkened skies
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| The sun refused to shine
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| Four-hundred people full of hopes and dreams
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| In 1849
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| They waved goodbye, women dried their tears
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| Young men hid their fears
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| They headed west, full of confidence
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| That their fortunes would appear
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| They packed a trunk full of china, a bible or two
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| A shotgun for Leroy, a pistol for Lou
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| A pretty dress for Sarah and a hat for sister Fay
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| No one thought their greed for gold
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| Would change their lives someday
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| They headed west in 1849
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| Sixty-one wagons, two miles long in a line
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| They headed west in 1849
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| March winds came, filled the sky with lightnin'
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| It rained all day and night
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| Old men died and backs were broken
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| As they set their wagons right
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| They crossed the mountains
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| Came down to the sea sure that it would be
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| Gold and riches and a life of ease
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| But what they didn’t see
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| Was a trunk full of china all broken in two
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| A shotgun for Leroy that he used on Lou
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| A pretty dress for Sarah that they used to bury Fay
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| No one thought their greed for gold
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| Would change their lives that way
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| They came for gold in 1849
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| Sixty-one wagons, two miles long in a line
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| A promised land in 1849
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| A promised land in 1849
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| A promised land in 1849 |